I keep whining to myself that I don't really feel pregnant. That is, except for my hip. You know that hip that I hurt when I was running. Well I have suspected all along that it originated with pregnancy and here I am and it is aching again. Just a dulllll ache, enough to be really annoying. No amount of stretching makes it better. It feels good to stretch it but when I'm done it just goes back to the ache. I guess if that's the worst I'm dealing with right now then I'll be just fine. A little heart burn when I lay down for bed at night too, but that's to be expected... especially when I eat a big handful of Tim's Jalapeno chips - doh!
Drumroll please... we are done breastfeeding! Hip hip (aha there's that hip again!) hooray! I guess it was Monday night that was the end. Tuesday morning Eric brought Seth in like usual around 4am and he started to nurse but just fussed and gnawed on me. It was clear there wasn't a whole lot of action. So I got up and gave him a bottle and he went back down. We tried giving him a bottle the next morning but he really wasn't interested. I got really frustrated because we just had no game plan or consistency and I'm sure Seth was pretty confused that sometimes he would get picked up and/or get a bottle, or daddy would sing to him or what have you. So this morning he just got my usual drill from Eric - 5 second check in, replace pacifier, shushhh, and leave the room immediately. It went a lot better than we expected and after a couple of times he ultimately went back to sleep without eating or drinking anything. Then when he got up at 7am he still threw all his Cheerios to the floor, so he must not have been starving. I'm on duty tomorrow morning so I'm crossing my fingers that he got the hint today and won't bother waking up at all. Just in case though I guess I better sign off and hit the hay.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
The "deets"
Well I know that a measly picture of a First Response was not going to satisfy anyone for documentation, least of all me. I've been having kind of a hard time organizing my thoughts on this one, and I've had a heck of a time trying to piece together a time line. So this post might be a little chaotic (not to mention long), you'll have to forgive me, I have baby brain to the 10th power already. You might be seeing a lot of sentences starting with "Anyway..."
This pregnancy has really come as somewhat of a surprise. As my faithful readers know, I haven't even completely stopped breastfeeding for crying out loud! More on that later... but anyway, I've only had 2 periods since Seth was born. I don't know for the life of me when-abouts the first one was and I really had to dig deep to remember the last one. I finally came up with about Thanksgiving ish. I have a VAGUE recollection of starting when we were in Seattle at my mom's, but silly me I didn't write it down because frankly I didn't see the need. Now, mind you, Eric and I had always tossed around the idea of spacing the kiddos out just 18 months apart, so, it's not like we were trying NOT to get pregnant, but we also weren't "trying." I wasn't on a regular cycle so it would have just been shooting in the dark anyway.
Regardless, I've taken the odd pregnancy test here and there over the past year, just to make sure. I didn't want to end up like one of those crazy women on TLC. I think I took one a month or so ago, maybe before our Christmas party since I was planning on having more than just a drink or two. Needless to say, it was negative. Bottom line, if I am remembering things correctly I'd say I can't be more than about 8 1/2 weeks along, and I'm guessing a less just based on how I'm feeling, which is pretty much great but I will elaborate more on that later.
A few people have asked me, as I've asked myself, what possessed me to even take a test yesterday morning. It's not because I was "late" even though technically I was. After going about 22 months and having only 2 periods that wasn't even a factor. The funny thing is I have had this little voice in my head for probably the last week at least. It would say things like "maybe you should make sure you're not pregnant before you go on this kick ass diet and exercise regimen." And just the other day "hey, doesn't it seem like it's been awhile since you've had a migraine?" Note: "awhile" is really not that long, I was getting them at least once a week. Anyway, I kept ignoring the little voice because I really wanted to lose a few more pounds before packing on the weight again, AND I am participating in a Biggest Loser contest at work and I've got $20 on it! This is all really interesting because at church last night several times the pastor asked us to "pause" and LISTEN to what God has been trying to tell us. I was like, Bingo! It all makes sense now. So yeah, Sunday morning Eric left to go pick up Seth who had spent the night at the G-parents house, I went up to the bathroom totally not intending to take a test at all, but then suddenly on a whim I whipped one out. It turned positive before I even finished and I was all, "whaaaat, no way!?" The next hour was pure torture waiting for Eric and Seth to come home so I could tell them. When they pulled up to the house I ran outside to meet them, grabbed Seth and told him that he was going to have a little brother or sister. And then I basically told the rest of the universe. Since then I have taken two other tests, another First Response and a Clear Blue digital. Both positive.
So, how do I feel? Horrible! Not horrible because I'm pregnant, but because I am sick! Again! Remember this post, from when I first got pregnant with Seth? When I said I was sick when I found out? Well here I am again, coughing and hacking and nursing a sore throat. CLEARLY pregnancy does a number on my immune system. It is also another indicator to me that maybe I am not that far along, because at this point last time I was just a little over 4 weeks. Speaking of which, WHO KNOWS when we'll actually find out for sure! The only way to know is by ultrasound and when I called the doctor today they didn't seem too terribly concerned about getting one scheduled :( Boo. I am going in next Wednesday for my first appointment and if I have to beg, I will. I NEED to see that heart beat soon or else I'm going to freak!
Other than that I am feeling pretty good. Pretty calm and Zen, maybe a little tired but not nauseated or anything. Today was a good day. Seth was in a decent mood and gave me quite a few hugs in between entertaining himself. He did throw a lot of food on the floor at snack time but I think a fair amount went down the hatch as well. I think his appetite is a little suppressed at the moment since not surprisingly he caught my cold. He is recovering at a pretty rapid pace though and I think he already feels better than I do. Maybe it's the 15 hours of sleep he gets daily, I dunno... Anyway... oh yeah, breastfeeding. Natalie and I agree that it might be good to give the girls a break before baby #2 comes along. Last week I cut out the bedtime feeding so we're down to once a day in the early morning. That is a tough one to give up since Eric goes to get him and I hardly even have to wake up until he's done. I keep hoping one of these days he'll just give it up on his own. I can dream.
Well that's all for now I guess.
This pregnancy has really come as somewhat of a surprise. As my faithful readers know, I haven't even completely stopped breastfeeding for crying out loud! More on that later... but anyway, I've only had 2 periods since Seth was born. I don't know for the life of me when-abouts the first one was and I really had to dig deep to remember the last one. I finally came up with about Thanksgiving ish. I have a VAGUE recollection of starting when we were in Seattle at my mom's, but silly me I didn't write it down because frankly I didn't see the need. Now, mind you, Eric and I had always tossed around the idea of spacing the kiddos out just 18 months apart, so, it's not like we were trying NOT to get pregnant, but we also weren't "trying." I wasn't on a regular cycle so it would have just been shooting in the dark anyway.
Regardless, I've taken the odd pregnancy test here and there over the past year, just to make sure. I didn't want to end up like one of those crazy women on TLC. I think I took one a month or so ago, maybe before our Christmas party since I was planning on having more than just a drink or two. Needless to say, it was negative. Bottom line, if I am remembering things correctly I'd say I can't be more than about 8 1/2 weeks along, and I'm guessing a less just based on how I'm feeling, which is pretty much great but I will elaborate more on that later.
A few people have asked me, as I've asked myself, what possessed me to even take a test yesterday morning. It's not because I was "late" even though technically I was. After going about 22 months and having only 2 periods that wasn't even a factor. The funny thing is I have had this little voice in my head for probably the last week at least. It would say things like "maybe you should make sure you're not pregnant before you go on this kick ass diet and exercise regimen." And just the other day "hey, doesn't it seem like it's been awhile since you've had a migraine?" Note: "awhile" is really not that long, I was getting them at least once a week. Anyway, I kept ignoring the little voice because I really wanted to lose a few more pounds before packing on the weight again, AND I am participating in a Biggest Loser contest at work and I've got $20 on it! This is all really interesting because at church last night several times the pastor asked us to "pause" and LISTEN to what God has been trying to tell us. I was like, Bingo! It all makes sense now. So yeah, Sunday morning Eric left to go pick up Seth who had spent the night at the G-parents house, I went up to the bathroom totally not intending to take a test at all, but then suddenly on a whim I whipped one out. It turned positive before I even finished and I was all, "whaaaat, no way!?" The next hour was pure torture waiting for Eric and Seth to come home so I could tell them. When they pulled up to the house I ran outside to meet them, grabbed Seth and told him that he was going to have a little brother or sister. And then I basically told the rest of the universe. Since then I have taken two other tests, another First Response and a Clear Blue digital. Both positive.
So, how do I feel? Horrible! Not horrible because I'm pregnant, but because I am sick! Again! Remember this post, from when I first got pregnant with Seth? When I said I was sick when I found out? Well here I am again, coughing and hacking and nursing a sore throat. CLEARLY pregnancy does a number on my immune system. It is also another indicator to me that maybe I am not that far along, because at this point last time I was just a little over 4 weeks. Speaking of which, WHO KNOWS when we'll actually find out for sure! The only way to know is by ultrasound and when I called the doctor today they didn't seem too terribly concerned about getting one scheduled :( Boo. I am going in next Wednesday for my first appointment and if I have to beg, I will. I NEED to see that heart beat soon or else I'm going to freak!
Other than that I am feeling pretty good. Pretty calm and Zen, maybe a little tired but not nauseated or anything. Today was a good day. Seth was in a decent mood and gave me quite a few hugs in between entertaining himself. He did throw a lot of food on the floor at snack time but I think a fair amount went down the hatch as well. I think his appetite is a little suppressed at the moment since not surprisingly he caught my cold. He is recovering at a pretty rapid pace though and I think he already feels better than I do. Maybe it's the 15 hours of sleep he gets daily, I dunno... Anyway... oh yeah, breastfeeding. Natalie and I agree that it might be good to give the girls a break before baby #2 comes along. Last week I cut out the bedtime feeding so we're down to once a day in the early morning. That is a tough one to give up since Eric goes to get him and I hardly even have to wake up until he's done. I keep hoping one of these days he'll just give it up on his own. I can dream.
Well that's all for now I guess.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Seth 1 year
Dear Seth,
Today is your birthday. You are one year old today! This morning I was excited that you woke up before I left for work so I could come in and sing you happy birthday. That put a big smile on your face. You love singing and music, especially if it has a good beat. Your auntie Natalie got you this dancing monkey for Christmas and you are seriously obsessed with it. If you had your way that monkey would be a'dancing all the LIVE LONG DAY. When you see it you get so excited and start bopping your head in anticipation. Then you pick it up by one ear and carry it around and fuss until someone turns it on for you. Daddy hides it from you when your back is turned because it gets on his nerves. I don't really mind so much, what ever makes you happy makes me happy my dear.
So I guess I should give a run down of the basics, here on your 1st birthday. At 12 months you still ESP:
Eat - still nursing in the early morning and once at night. You also started drinking the evil cow's milk this week and seem to find it quite delicious. You still don't quite get the concept of drinking from even a sippy cup by yourself. You just want to wave it all around if we give it to you. But if we hold it up for you, you gulp ferociously for a minute and then push it away gasping with your mouth open and milk dribbling out. You eat lots of random stuff these days - refried beans, french toast, yogurt, garden burgers, broccoli cheese soup, and graham crackers are just a few of your favorites. You will often alternate putting a piece of food in your mouth with dropping one on the floor and then peering over to see where it went. Unless it is something you really don't like in which case a few swipes of your little hands send it flying. Today you discovered that you had a feline audience - Buttercup was intently watching each piece fall to the floor and this got you SO excited that you were laughing and giggling and throwing food like I've never seen before. I had to turn my back and hide my amusement. Then like a good mommy I took the few remaining pieces away and calmly reminded you we don't throw our food, we eat it.
Sleep - around 6:30/7pm - 4/5am at which point you are still nursing and then going back to sleep until around 6:30/7am. This hasn't changed for awhile. Your nursing days are numbered but I have not come up with the game plan yet, so we'll keep going for now as long as you're still waking up. You still take two naps - one morning and afternoon. I had observed in the past that you would wave bye bye when you were tired and I picked you up. Today you actually came over to me and waved (after fussing incessantly for a long time). Even though you had already had your afternoon nap and it was only 4:30pm I put you in your crib and Lo and Behold you took a little cat nap. I guess we need to start working on the "sleepy" sign so you know the difference. I'm sure when people wave at you it's a little confusing.
Poop - we don't really need to talk about that do we? Yes absolutely because what happened last week was both disgusting and hilarious. After your bath I was letting you run amok naked as per usual and I was sitting in the glider reading out loud to you from The Little Prince. All of a sudden I looked down and there you were, doing the inevitable - pooping on the floor. So we cleaned that up and resumed reading for a minute or two (after putting a diaper on of course), and then all of a sudden I glance down again and see that you have poop IN YOUR HAND, next stop MOUTH I am sure. So off we went back to the tub. Blech. So now you have a story to tell when someone asks you about your most embarrassing moment. For the record, even after this I still think puke is worse than poop.
Aside from that... a few of the randoms: you definitely know how to sign "more", which usually looks a lot like the sign for "ball" but you use it pretty appropriately. It's kind of the universal sign for food right now, we haven't worked much on "eat" or any other ones. I am getting a lot more confident in your comprehension of the whole signing thing so we'll be practicing some variety in the coming weeks. I started "milk" today and I could see the wheels were turning but the best you could do was hold one hand out. I predict you'll catch on by next week :)
Umm, you now have 8 teeth now visible. Four each on the top and bottom. The two top lateral incisors are JUST starting to poke through but they're there. Brushing them is a real adventure. You seem to like it at first for about 5 seconds but then insist on biting and sucking on the toothbrush. Rumor has it we're supposed to actually take you to the DENTIST soon. Not sure how that's going to work with the way you squirm constantly. I'll have to ask for a sedative or something. Kidding.
Well my little monkey, that is about all for now. I love you bunches! You have made this last year of my life the best yet and I look forward to many more to come. Happy birthday buddy!
Love,
Mama
Today is your birthday. You are one year old today! This morning I was excited that you woke up before I left for work so I could come in and sing you happy birthday. That put a big smile on your face. You love singing and music, especially if it has a good beat. Your auntie Natalie got you this dancing monkey for Christmas and you are seriously obsessed with it. If you had your way that monkey would be a'dancing all the LIVE LONG DAY. When you see it you get so excited and start bopping your head in anticipation. Then you pick it up by one ear and carry it around and fuss until someone turns it on for you. Daddy hides it from you when your back is turned because it gets on his nerves. I don't really mind so much, what ever makes you happy makes me happy my dear.
So I guess I should give a run down of the basics, here on your 1st birthday. At 12 months you still ESP:
Eat - still nursing in the early morning and once at night. You also started drinking the evil cow's milk this week and seem to find it quite delicious. You still don't quite get the concept of drinking from even a sippy cup by yourself. You just want to wave it all around if we give it to you. But if we hold it up for you, you gulp ferociously for a minute and then push it away gasping with your mouth open and milk dribbling out. You eat lots of random stuff these days - refried beans, french toast, yogurt, garden burgers, broccoli cheese soup, and graham crackers are just a few of your favorites. You will often alternate putting a piece of food in your mouth with dropping one on the floor and then peering over to see where it went. Unless it is something you really don't like in which case a few swipes of your little hands send it flying. Today you discovered that you had a feline audience - Buttercup was intently watching each piece fall to the floor and this got you SO excited that you were laughing and giggling and throwing food like I've never seen before. I had to turn my back and hide my amusement. Then like a good mommy I took the few remaining pieces away and calmly reminded you we don't throw our food, we eat it.
Sleep - around 6:30/7pm - 4/5am at which point you are still nursing and then going back to sleep until around 6:30/7am. This hasn't changed for awhile. Your nursing days are numbered but I have not come up with the game plan yet, so we'll keep going for now as long as you're still waking up. You still take two naps - one morning and afternoon. I had observed in the past that you would wave bye bye when you were tired and I picked you up. Today you actually came over to me and waved (after fussing incessantly for a long time). Even though you had already had your afternoon nap and it was only 4:30pm I put you in your crib and Lo and Behold you took a little cat nap. I guess we need to start working on the "sleepy" sign so you know the difference. I'm sure when people wave at you it's a little confusing.
Poop - we don't really need to talk about that do we? Yes absolutely because what happened last week was both disgusting and hilarious. After your bath I was letting you run amok naked as per usual and I was sitting in the glider reading out loud to you from The Little Prince. All of a sudden I looked down and there you were, doing the inevitable - pooping on the floor. So we cleaned that up and resumed reading for a minute or two (after putting a diaper on of course), and then all of a sudden I glance down again and see that you have poop IN YOUR HAND, next stop MOUTH I am sure. So off we went back to the tub. Blech. So now you have a story to tell when someone asks you about your most embarrassing moment. For the record, even after this I still think puke is worse than poop.
Aside from that... a few of the randoms: you definitely know how to sign "more", which usually looks a lot like the sign for "ball" but you use it pretty appropriately. It's kind of the universal sign for food right now, we haven't worked much on "eat" or any other ones. I am getting a lot more confident in your comprehension of the whole signing thing so we'll be practicing some variety in the coming weeks. I started "milk" today and I could see the wheels were turning but the best you could do was hold one hand out. I predict you'll catch on by next week :)
Umm, you now have 8 teeth now visible. Four each on the top and bottom. The two top lateral incisors are JUST starting to poke through but they're there. Brushing them is a real adventure. You seem to like it at first for about 5 seconds but then insist on biting and sucking on the toothbrush. Rumor has it we're supposed to actually take you to the DENTIST soon. Not sure how that's going to work with the way you squirm constantly. I'll have to ask for a sedative or something. Kidding.
Well my little monkey, that is about all for now. I love you bunches! You have made this last year of my life the best yet and I look forward to many more to come. Happy birthday buddy!
Love,
Mama
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Wake up call
Seth choked on a piece of pear tonight when I was feeding him dinner. It happened so fast, one minute he was munching away and the next he stiffened up and put his arms out with this really panicked look on his face. It's amazing how calm I was and how many thoughts went through my head in that split second. I knew I was supposed to get him face down but I thought it would take too long to unstrap him from the high chair. So I just leaned him forward a bit, whacked him hard on the back, and *pop* it flew out of his mouth just like in the movies. Poor little guy, I think it scared him more than it scared me. Anyway, it was a good reminder to keep a closer eye on the size of his finger food, I was getting a bit nonchalant.
Speaking of food, T minus 8 days until Seth's first birthday, which means I'm counting down the days until I can put away all nursing bras and breast pump paraphernalia. It is sooo bittersweet. I'm looking forward to retiring as a milk producer and dreading it at the same time. It's the one thing I can do that no one else can. But I think we're both ready to put the nursing days behind us. Every day it gets harder to get him to settle in and eat if he's awake at all. Basically the only time I can get a concentrated effort out of him is if I pick him up from a dead sleep, and why on earth would I do that? So it's time.
I feel bad that my blog has been so neglected lately. Maybe this spring after things at work calm down I'll be able to get caught up... ;)
Speaking of food, T minus 8 days until Seth's first birthday, which means I'm counting down the days until I can put away all nursing bras and breast pump paraphernalia. It is sooo bittersweet. I'm looking forward to retiring as a milk producer and dreading it at the same time. It's the one thing I can do that no one else can. But I think we're both ready to put the nursing days behind us. Every day it gets harder to get him to settle in and eat if he's awake at all. Basically the only time I can get a concentrated effort out of him is if I pick him up from a dead sleep, and why on earth would I do that? So it's time.
I feel bad that my blog has been so neglected lately. Maybe this spring after things at work calm down I'll be able to get caught up... ;)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
More to note at 11 months
I had a lady at the grocery store ask me today if you were 8 months. That's a first, usually people guess older. I also got the bazillionth comment on how nicely shaped your head is. Whenever people see pictures of you as a baby they assume I had a C section since your noggin was and is so round. Just lucky I guess!
Yesterday your right bottom lateral incisor finally made it's appearance. I suppose that might explain why you were so fussy there for a few days. That's a total of 6 teeth you have now. Not that you need them, you can "chew" just about anything with your gums these days.
You LOVE to run around naked. You've got kind of a nasty little case of diaper rash right now so I've been trying to let you run around in your birthday suit as much as possible, and you could not be happier. You prance from room to room laughing and giggling like there was nothing more fun in the world.
You love to move items from place to place. You started by always emptying everything - drawers, cupboards, bins, etc. Now you will occasionally put things back. Not always in the correct places but sometimes. I do get a good laugh when I open up a drawer in the kitchen and find one of your toys there.
You are far more attached to your pacifier than I ever thought you would be. You still get it at night when we put you to bed, and during naps. You've gotten really good at finding it by yourself during the night when you wake up. But when you can't find it, or you can't reach it because you've tossed it out of the crib - watch out! Get the earplugs 'cuz you'll be screaming bloody murder.
You love riding in the shopping cart at the grocery store, mainly in the parking lot. I guess it's the vibration of the cart running across the pavement but you get the biggest smile on your face like it's the most fun you've ever had. I have to be careful where I park the cart during checkout because whatever you can reach goes on the floor. Oh, and the other day you exploded a jar of hoisin sauce right on the floor of Safeway. Cleanup on aisle 15! I never thought I'd get to say that and really mean it. I was mortified of course and you were oblivious.
You seem to be sleeping a little better at night with your blankets. But it also could be because that tooth came through. We'll see I guess.
Only 10 more days until your first Christmas! I think you might be getting a new car seat, since it's officially time to retire your infant one. Today I weighed you and you were 22.8lbs. Only about 1 lb to go and you'll be triple your birth weight. You are one sturdy little boy.
That's all. Hopefully tomorrow we can finish up your calendar shoot and I can post some more pictures!
Yesterday your right bottom lateral incisor finally made it's appearance. I suppose that might explain why you were so fussy there for a few days. That's a total of 6 teeth you have now. Not that you need them, you can "chew" just about anything with your gums these days.
You LOVE to run around naked. You've got kind of a nasty little case of diaper rash right now so I've been trying to let you run around in your birthday suit as much as possible, and you could not be happier. You prance from room to room laughing and giggling like there was nothing more fun in the world.
You love to move items from place to place. You started by always emptying everything - drawers, cupboards, bins, etc. Now you will occasionally put things back. Not always in the correct places but sometimes. I do get a good laugh when I open up a drawer in the kitchen and find one of your toys there.
You are far more attached to your pacifier than I ever thought you would be. You still get it at night when we put you to bed, and during naps. You've gotten really good at finding it by yourself during the night when you wake up. But when you can't find it, or you can't reach it because you've tossed it out of the crib - watch out! Get the earplugs 'cuz you'll be screaming bloody murder.
You love riding in the shopping cart at the grocery store, mainly in the parking lot. I guess it's the vibration of the cart running across the pavement but you get the biggest smile on your face like it's the most fun you've ever had. I have to be careful where I park the cart during checkout because whatever you can reach goes on the floor. Oh, and the other day you exploded a jar of hoisin sauce right on the floor of Safeway. Cleanup on aisle 15! I never thought I'd get to say that and really mean it. I was mortified of course and you were oblivious.
You seem to be sleeping a little better at night with your blankets. But it also could be because that tooth came through. We'll see I guess.
Only 10 more days until your first Christmas! I think you might be getting a new car seat, since it's officially time to retire your infant one. Today I weighed you and you were 22.8lbs. Only about 1 lb to go and you'll be triple your birth weight. You are one sturdy little boy.
That's all. Hopefully tomorrow we can finish up your calendar shoot and I can post some more pictures!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Seth 11 Months
Dear Seth,
Today you are 11 months old. One more month and you'll be A YEAR OLD! What the heck? Seriously it just seems like the year has flown by faster than any other year in my life. Almost exactly one year ago (Dec 13th '09) I packed my bags for the hospital because the next morning we were going in for your ECV, since you were all cattywampus in my ute. Well, that's not exactly accurate... cattywampus technically means "askew" which would really seem to indicate that you were just slightly out of position, when in fact you were completely upside down, but I digress - just a little trivia for you. This is important because you have been born into a family of word nerds and will be mocked mercilessly if you use a word incorrectly. But I'm sure you never will because you are going to be brilliant, like me.
Now, this picture isn't going to win you any Gerber baby awards I'm sure, but I wanted to post it so the world can see your two top teeth coming in. Your teeth make me very nervous, my little angel. When I look at them I see dollar $ign$ and the Lexus that I'll be buying for your future orthodontist.
Now, I know that having crooked baby teeth does not always lead to crooked adult teeth... but... your mama worries.
You are getting so big and strong. Over the last month or so you had discovered how much fun it is to go shake the baker's rack and listen to the cocktail glasses clink against each other. So you started to hear what will surely be your first word - "NO!" Eventually I took the glasses down to reduce the temptation. Well then you just started shaking it harder and this past week you almost got your first spanking because you were hauling on that thing SO hard we thought you might pull it down on top of yourself. It only weighs about a bazillion pounds and has two dozen liquor bottles on it. Ultimately it was decided that you are too young for spankings and the thing needed to be bolted to the wall anyway. Problem solved. Now you go over there, grab it, and turn around to see who's looking. There's no doubt that you know you're not supposed to.
You love the cats. Sometimes I think you'll give yourself whiplash trying to turn around in your high chair to see what they're up to. I'm trying to teach you how to pet Max gently but so far your motor skills are only refined enough to grip tightly on his ears or fur. He is EXCEEDINGLY patient with you though and I have never worried about you getting scratched. Buttercup just stays far, far away from you but has recently claimed the changing station from your pack and play as her own personal air mattress.
You are still extremely independent and have not shown any signs of separation anxiety. Last week when we picked you up from the church nursery one of the girls said "oh, yours is the one that doesn't care whether you are here or not." I'm pretty sure if I set you down in a department store you would be that kid who just wanders off to explore without a care in the world. You may never turn around to make sure Mom or Dad is still there. You walk vs. crawl now at least 95% of the time and you can walk FAST, almost run. We finally got you some shoes last week and they are so cute! At first when Daddy tried some shoes on you in the store you refused to walk in them but now it's like you've been wearing them all your life.
You wave bye-bye pretty well on command now. When you first figured it out you were waving at everyone, including strangers, so enthusiastically. Now it's almost seemed to become a bed or nap time cue. If you're tired and I pick you up, you start waving, even if no one is there to wave at. But yesterday when we dropped you off with Grandpa and Nana you did wave to daddy and I as we were leaving, it was so cute!
Last night daddy gave you a bath for the first time since you were so small you couldn't even hold your head up. You thanked him by pooping in the water. Hee hee.
You have had a rough week in terms of sleep. Your room for some reason stays several degrees colder than the rest of the house. I can't figure it out. So I think you are probably just waking up because you are cold, even in fleece pajamas and a fleece sleep sack over that. Last night was the worst and you were up crying off and on for what seemed like hours, and clearly exhausted all day today. A couple of times I have been so tempted to bring you in to sleep with us at night but that is a dangerous game. I think tonight I'm going to put a blanket on you before I go to bed. Don't tell the AAP, but it's either that or a space heater, so I think a blanket is the lesser of two evils. So we'll see how that goes. On good nights you sleep from 6pm until 7 or 8am, hopefully we can get back to that soon. I've grown to love my 7 hour stretches.
I am trying to put together a Seth themed photo calendar for all the family members this year for Christmas, so we had a little photo shoot today. You were pretty grumpy from the aforementioned lack of sleep, so there were a few interesting outtakes. In hindsight I am actually pretty impressed with how patient you were with all the wardrobe changes. I took 86 pictures and we still have 6 months to go!
ONE MORE MONTH until your birthday. I'm happy to report that you have not had any formula since you were 5 days old and one of the nurses in the NICU slipped you some against our wishes. Whew! I am not going to lie, I am more than ready to be done breastfeeding but you sure can't beat the price tag. You have been a real trooper and I'm grateful that we have had minimal issues over the last 10 months or so. You've even kept those teeth in check for the most part, although I've definitely felt a nibble once or twice.
That's all I can think of for now. No monkey pictures today, I thought you needed a break from the camera after our calendar work. But maybe I'll try for one later in the week. Love you buddy, you're my favorite!
Love,
Mama
Today you are 11 months old. One more month and you'll be A YEAR OLD! What the heck? Seriously it just seems like the year has flown by faster than any other year in my life. Almost exactly one year ago (Dec 13th '09) I packed my bags for the hospital because the next morning we were going in for your ECV, since you were all cattywampus in my ute. Well, that's not exactly accurate... cattywampus technically means "askew" which would really seem to indicate that you were just slightly out of position, when in fact you were completely upside down, but I digress - just a little trivia for you. This is important because you have been born into a family of word nerds and will be mocked mercilessly if you use a word incorrectly. But I'm sure you never will because you are going to be brilliant, like me.
Now, this picture isn't going to win you any Gerber baby awards I'm sure, but I wanted to post it so the world can see your two top teeth coming in. Your teeth make me very nervous, my little angel. When I look at them I see dollar $ign$ and the Lexus that I'll be buying for your future orthodontist.
Now, I know that having crooked baby teeth does not always lead to crooked adult teeth... but... your mama worries.
You are getting so big and strong. Over the last month or so you had discovered how much fun it is to go shake the baker's rack and listen to the cocktail glasses clink against each other. So you started to hear what will surely be your first word - "NO!" Eventually I took the glasses down to reduce the temptation. Well then you just started shaking it harder and this past week you almost got your first spanking because you were hauling on that thing SO hard we thought you might pull it down on top of yourself. It only weighs about a bazillion pounds and has two dozen liquor bottles on it. Ultimately it was decided that you are too young for spankings and the thing needed to be bolted to the wall anyway. Problem solved. Now you go over there, grab it, and turn around to see who's looking. There's no doubt that you know you're not supposed to.
You love the cats. Sometimes I think you'll give yourself whiplash trying to turn around in your high chair to see what they're up to. I'm trying to teach you how to pet Max gently but so far your motor skills are only refined enough to grip tightly on his ears or fur. He is EXCEEDINGLY patient with you though and I have never worried about you getting scratched. Buttercup just stays far, far away from you but has recently claimed the changing station from your pack and play as her own personal air mattress.
You are still extremely independent and have not shown any signs of separation anxiety. Last week when we picked you up from the church nursery one of the girls said "oh, yours is the one that doesn't care whether you are here or not." I'm pretty sure if I set you down in a department store you would be that kid who just wanders off to explore without a care in the world. You may never turn around to make sure Mom or Dad is still there. You walk vs. crawl now at least 95% of the time and you can walk FAST, almost run. We finally got you some shoes last week and they are so cute! At first when Daddy tried some shoes on you in the store you refused to walk in them but now it's like you've been wearing them all your life.
You wave bye-bye pretty well on command now. When you first figured it out you were waving at everyone, including strangers, so enthusiastically. Now it's almost seemed to become a bed or nap time cue. If you're tired and I pick you up, you start waving, even if no one is there to wave at. But yesterday when we dropped you off with Grandpa and Nana you did wave to daddy and I as we were leaving, it was so cute!
Last night daddy gave you a bath for the first time since you were so small you couldn't even hold your head up. You thanked him by pooping in the water. Hee hee.
You have had a rough week in terms of sleep. Your room for some reason stays several degrees colder than the rest of the house. I can't figure it out. So I think you are probably just waking up because you are cold, even in fleece pajamas and a fleece sleep sack over that. Last night was the worst and you were up crying off and on for what seemed like hours, and clearly exhausted all day today. A couple of times I have been so tempted to bring you in to sleep with us at night but that is a dangerous game. I think tonight I'm going to put a blanket on you before I go to bed. Don't tell the AAP, but it's either that or a space heater, so I think a blanket is the lesser of two evils. So we'll see how that goes. On good nights you sleep from 6pm until 7 or 8am, hopefully we can get back to that soon. I've grown to love my 7 hour stretches.
I am trying to put together a Seth themed photo calendar for all the family members this year for Christmas, so we had a little photo shoot today. You were pretty grumpy from the aforementioned lack of sleep, so there were a few interesting outtakes. In hindsight I am actually pretty impressed with how patient you were with all the wardrobe changes. I took 86 pictures and we still have 6 months to go!
ONE MORE MONTH until your birthday. I'm happy to report that you have not had any formula since you were 5 days old and one of the nurses in the NICU slipped you some against our wishes. Whew! I am not going to lie, I am more than ready to be done breastfeeding but you sure can't beat the price tag. You have been a real trooper and I'm grateful that we have had minimal issues over the last 10 months or so. You've even kept those teeth in check for the most part, although I've definitely felt a nibble once or twice.
That's all I can think of for now. No monkey pictures today, I thought you needed a break from the camera after our calendar work. But maybe I'll try for one later in the week. Love you buddy, you're my favorite!
Love,
Mama
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